CHAPTER 200: The Final Pack

LYRA

The Waverly territory stretches before me, vast plains of lush green grass as far as the eye can see. The hills that marked the end of the border have given way to a flat terrain, perfect for a fast getaway.

If you can run.

"They know we're coming," Rowan, Raze's beta, tells me through the link. "Their Alpha, Kane, said they'd meet us at the border, so be careful."

I scan the landscape ahead.